Dick smirked, his hand sliding beneath her blouse, fingers brushing against the lace of her bra. "Good girl," he murmured, rewarding her with a gentle squeeze. Janine gasped, her back arching further, pressing her chest into his hand.
His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her more securely onto his lap. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her.
Dick's thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it through the lace, and Janine let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. "Does your boyfriend ever make you feel like this?" he asked, his tone dark and taunting.
Janine's eyes flew open, guilt flashing across her face. She glanced over at her boyfriend, who still sat on the couch, frozen, his eyes wide as he watched them. The shame of being caught, of letting herself be taken like this in front of him, made her heart race, but she couldn't deny the thrill that came with it.
"Forget him," Dick growled, his hand slipping beneath her bra, fingers pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. "Right now, you belong to me. Understand?"
Janine nodded quickly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Yes... Daddy," she whispered, the word feeling strange on her tongue, but the heat it ignited in her made it impossible to stop.
Dick's grip on her tightened, his mouth finding the pulse point on her neck, sucking gently as his hand continued its exploration. She squirmed in his lap, her body betraying her with how easily she gave in, but all she could think about was how good it felt. How right it felt.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her skin, his breath hot and teasing.
"I... I want you," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please, Daddy... I need you."
His smirk widened against her neck, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the waistband of her pants. "That's more like it."
With one swift motion, he unbuttoned her pants, his hand sliding inside, finding the heat between her legs. Janine moaned, her body tensing as his fingers pressed against her through the damp fabric of her panties.
"So wet already," Dick muttered, his fingers rubbing slow circles against her clit, making her squirm in his lap. "You really are desperate for this, aren't you?"
Janine whimpered, her hips bucking slightly against his hand, but her gaze fell to the ground, like a child caught red-handed. "Sorry, Daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with both shame and need.
Dick's fingers tightened on her waist as he held her still, his other hand still teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. "You keep apologizing," he said, his voice low, almost mocking. "But I don't think you're sorry at all."
Her breath hitched as he applied more pressure, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. Janine squirmed, but she didn't pull away. Her body betrayed her, craving the control he was exerting over her. She bit her lip, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as she fought to keep herself grounded, but the way he touched her was making it impossible to think straight.
"You're not used to this, are you?" Dick murmured, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, brushing against her wet folds. She let out a soft moan, her body shuddering as he explored her with slow movements. "All that control you thought you had... It's gone. And now, you're right where you want to be."
Janine's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as he slid a finger inside her. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, and she gasped, her head falling back slightly. "Please..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I... I don't know how to..."
"Shh," Dick interrupted, his finger moving inside her in a steady rhythm. "You don't have to know anything. Just do what I tell you."
She nodded weakly, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and the sensation of his fingers inside her, the control he wielded over her, was driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it," Dick muttered, his voice smooth, but laced with a dark satisfaction. "See how easy it is? All you had to do was give up."
Janine whimpered again, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pleasure coiling tighter with every stroke of his fingers. She was so close, her body trembling, teetering on the edge of release.
Dick's free hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Keep your eyes on me," he commanded softly. "I want to see your face when you come."
Her eyes fluttered open, wide and dark with desire, locking onto his. She was panting now, her chest heaving with every breath, her body completely at his mercy. The power dynamic was undeniable, and she could feel herself slipping further into it, losing herself in the haze of pleasure he was drawing out of her.
"Daddy..." she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.
"Say it again," Dick demanded, his voice firm, his fingers moving faster inside her. "Louder."
Janine gasped, her back arching as the pleasure surged through her. "Daddy!" she cried out, her voice trembling, filled with desperation.
Dick smirked, his fingers working her over relentlessly now. "That's more like it. You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
She nodded frantically, her body shaking as the tension inside her reached its breaking point. "Yes, yes... please..." Her voice was a breathless plea, her body on the verge of giving in completely.
"Good girl," Dick muttered, his thumb pressing against her clit, sending a shockwave through her entire body. "Come for me."
And she did.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing in his lap as she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as if they were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure ripped through her in waves.
Dick didn't stop, his fingers still working her slick cunt, drawing out every last tremor from her body. Janine's breathing was ragged, her entire frame limp against him, the aftershocks of her orgasm sending small shivers through her. She was utterly spent, chest heaving, unable to form a coherent thought, much less words.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers, watching her reaction with a slow, satisfied grin. Janine didn't move, her head resting against his chest, but when he lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted her, her eyes fluttered open, wide and dazed. He made sure she was watching as he licked them clean, savoring every drop of her.
"You are delicious, doll." His voice was low, almost a growl, and she trembled at the sound of it, her pulse quickening again. Dick chuckled, dark and amused, as he noticed the way her eyes flicked between his mouth and his cock, still rock-hard and straining against his pants.
Janine's breath hitched. "How…" She swallowed, her voice shaky as she looked up at him, confusion mixed with excitement flashing in her eyes. "How did you know to call me that?"
The nickname—doll—it sent a chill through her, an echo from her past, a name only her father had used. The look on her face told Dick everything. He had struck a nerve, cracked her open in a way no one else had. That was exactly what he wanted.
Dick's smirk widened, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Lucky guess," he whispered, his voice a silken tease. His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Or maybe," he added, letting the tension build between them, "I just know what you need."
She shivered, the excitement in her eyes tinged with a flicker of fear, and it thrilled him. "Shouldn't you thank Daddy for making you come, Jan Doll?" His voice was smooth, but the command was clear. He pointed down at his cock, still hard, the tip slick with pre-cum, pressing insistently against his pants.
Janine's eyes followed his hand, her gaze locking onto his cock as her breath hitched again. She hesitated for only a second before she slid off his lap, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for his belt, undoing it with nervous, fumbling fingers. She glanced up at him, her wide eyes dark with anticipation.
"Good girl," he muttered, his hand brushing through her hair, urging her on. She unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, her breath catching in her throat as she wrapped her hand around his thick length, stroking him slowly, tentatively, as if still unsure of herself.
Dick let out a low groan, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her closer. "Go on, doll," he said softly, his voice dripping with authority. "Show me how grateful you are."
Janine's lips parted, and she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She moaned softly at the salty taste, her hand stroking him faster as she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his cock with eager submission.
Dick's eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he pushed her head down, urging her to take more of him. Janine moaned around his length, her hands gripping his thighs for support as she bobbed her head, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
"That's it," he muttered, his voice rough with arousal. "Take Daddy's cock, like a good little doll."
She moaned louder at his words, her throat tightening as she tried to take him deeper, gagging slightly but not pulling away. The sound of her choking on him, the way her body trembled beneath him, only spurred Dick on. He thrust deeper into her mouth, watching with satisfaction as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
He didn't let up, controlling her pace, his hand guiding her movements as she struggled to keep up, but the hunger in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wanted this. Needed it.
When he was close, he yanked her head back, his cock slick with her saliva, glistening in the dim light. Her eyes were wide, her lips swollen and red, but she didn't complain. She stared up at him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Thank Daddy," he ordered, his voice low, commanding.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and desire.
Dick smirked, satisfied, as he grabbed her hair again, pulling her back down onto his cock. He wasn't done with her yet.
His hand fisted in her hair again, pulling her head back with a sharp yank. "Good girl," he murmured, guiding her mouth back to his cock. She didn't resist, her lips parting obediently as he slid himself between them, pressing deeper into her throat.
Janine's boyfriend, still frozen on the couch, watched with wide eyes, disbelief etched across his face. His jaw clenched, but he didn't move—too weak, too scared to intervene. Dick didn't spare him a glance, but his grin deepened as he thrust deeper into Janine's mouth, her whimper vibrating around his length.
"Should Daddy reward you with his cum?" Dick asked, his voice laced with dark amusement.
Janine's eyes fluttered shut, her lips tightening around him in response, as if the thought of his release spurred her on. She moaned softly, her body shivering with the effort, and it was enough to push Dick over the edge.
He didn't warn her—didn't give her time to prepare. His hips jerked, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he came hard, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her in place, forcing her to take every drop. Janine choked slightly, her throat convulsing around him, but she didn't pull away. She swallowed, her eyes squeezing shut as he spilled himself down her throat.
When it was over, Dick released his hold on her hair, watching as she slumped forward, her forehead resting against his thigh. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her entire body trembling from the exertion, but she didn't complain. She had taken everything he gave her, just like the good girl he had turned her into.
"Clean me up," he ordered, his voice a soft growl.
Without hesitation, Janine leaned in again, her tongue flicking out to lick him clean, her movements slow and thorough. She knew better than to rush, knew better than to leave any trace behind. Dick's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she worked, her submission complete.
Once she finished, he tucked himself back into his pants, standing up and towering over her. Janine stayed on her knees, her gaze lowered, her body trembling in the aftermath.
"You did well," he murmured, his voice low and approving.
Janine beamed up at him, eyes full of desire and gratitude. The praise was like a drug, making her body tingle with lust and pride. She had never been spoken to like this, never been handled this way, and it made her want more—crave more.
Dick's hand landed softly on her head, fingers curling into her hair as he gave it a light tug, pulling her closer. "Good doll," he murmured, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. He glanced at her boyfriend, still slumped uselessly on the couch, eyes wide and full of shame. "Now, let's show him how it's done."
Without waiting for a reply, Dick hauled Janine to her feet, spinning her around and pressing her chest flat against the wall. Her cheek was cold against the plaster, her breath shallow as her body trembled in anticipation. She knew what was coming, and her cunt throbbed with the need for it.
Dick's hand slid up the back of her neck, keeping her firmly in place, his chest pressing against her back. He lowered his mouth to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're going to scream for me, Janine. Loud enough that even that pathetic boyfriend of yours will know who you belong to."
She whimpered, her hips instinctively pushing back against him, feeling the hard press of his cock on her wet, hungry snatch. With a quick, rough motion, Dick tugged her pants down, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. His fingers brushed between her legs, feeling how slick and ready she was for him. She gasped at the touch, her body arching into his hand as if begging for more.
"You're soaking," he muttered, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So desperate, aren't you, doll?"
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, her voice shaky. "Please… fuck me. I need you."
He didn't need further invitation. Gripping her waist with one hand, he positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her for just a moment before thrusting into her with a single, brutal movement. Janine cried out, her hands clawing at the wall as her body rocked against him.
"Fuck," she gasped, the sensation of him stretching her sending shockwaves through her body. He felt so much bigger than before, the intensity of it overwhelming her.
Dick grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move, each thrust hard and slow, driving her into the wall with every stroke. Janine's moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies colliding. She could feel the eyes of her boyfriend on her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the man behind her, claiming her, owning her in a way no one ever had.
"That's it," Dick growled, his pace quickening, each thrust harder than the last. "Take it like the good doll you are."
Her mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, every nerve in her body alive with sensation. She was close—so close. Her nails scraped uselessly at the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to hold on, but the relentless rhythm of his thrusts was driving her closer to the edge.
"Daddy… I—I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a rough command. His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her back onto him with each thrust, forcing her to take him deeper. "Come, Janine."
With a scream, she obeyed. Her body convulsed around him, her legs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She could barely breathe, her mind spinning as she lost herself in the intensity of it all.
But Dick wasn't finished. He kept fucking her through it, his thrusts unrelenting, driving her to the point of overstimulation. Her cries turned to gasps, her body twitching with each new burst of pleasure that wracked her frame. She was a mess, completely undone beneath him, her mind blank and her body limp.
"Such a good little doll," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he thrust one final time, burying himself deep inside her as he came. His grip on her hips was bruising, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her up.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, their bodies pressed together as the heat of their shared release slowly faded. Janine's cheek was still against the wall, her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to steady herself.
Dick finally pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum leaked from her, dripping down her thighs. He stepped back, pulling her pants up for her, like he was dressing a doll, before turning her around to face him.
Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, her body trembling with the aftermath of everything. Dick smirked, brushing a thumb across her cheek before leaning in close, his lips hovering just above hers.
"Now," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "tell your boyfriend who you belong to."
Janine's gaze flicked to her boyfriend, still sitting on the couch, his face pale and his mouth hanging open in shock. Her lips trembled, but the words came easily, slipping from her mouth like a prayer.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice soft but clear. "I belong to Daddy."
The boyfriend said nothing. There was nothing left to say.